All Legs
How funny — a man of all legs
In fact, not a man at all
How sad — a man with no legs
A man with too much weight on hands
I have two legs of doubt
Two metacarpus of faith
I can sow goodwill with my hands
But legs I can’t dance without
How seductive — all legs
Pirouette placed a kick in the face
Timidly take your hand
For fear that you’ll hold me right where I stand